I Wish My Horse Had The Speed

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.